domingo, 23 de octubre de 2011

la realidad se vuelve el lugar donde las cosas que imaginamos salen peor.

martes, 4 de octubre de 2011

Cause giving up is easy.
Would you like the company or are you sick of me.

viernes, 16 de septiembre de 2011


You saw the lonely road. I left and said to You "don't follow me cause i'll only bring you sorrow"

Leave me.

It frustrates me that I don't have the words to explain to you what I'm feeling now. I'm not moved that much but what I just heard moved me to the left, more to the left. I don't know what put me there, if I had a guess then your voice would top this list. Leave me, Leave me be


And I know you were doing okay.
I know you were doing so well and
you changed this all, you changed this all.
and I didn't reply to your letter cause,
no I didn't reply to your letter cause
I'm not an idiot.

lunes, 12 de septiembre de 2011


It's times like this I think too much. Oh please don't think too much.

Windows in the city.-

We could count all the windows in the city
But you're far too busy and I'm much too slow
So I will start with the windows in this alley
'Cause you think in cities and I think in boroughs
We could count all the planes at the airport
But that would mean you and I were in the same spot
So I will count all the planes I can see
And I will talk to you like you are next to me
I could count all the birds around me
There must be a storm at sea, there must be a storm at sea
I don't know why they come to me
I will pretent it's them
I won't believe it's me
There was no sound when the birds came down and
There were so many gulls and crows
Now why do you suppose?
There must be a storm at sea
It's clearly them not me
I looked up when you told me too

martes, 6 de septiembre de 2011


Call And I won't take any other call. I feel like a fool So I'm going to stop troubling you.

lunes, 29 de agosto de 2011

No entiendo que es todo esto, pero voy a esperar a que sea el momento que alguien me lo explique.

miércoles, 10 de agosto de 2011

As I said my darling, spring is constantly calling me and there's no place that I'd rather be.
I won't be angry if you have to leave, but I won't be waiting for that day. So don't say you're sorry because I won't believe you.

miércoles, 20 de julio de 2011

Is there a hope, somehow, somewhere on the way?

domingo, 17 de julio de 2011

Realmente me doy cuenta de que estoy pasada de vuelta.
Creo que eso me haría super bien.
Pero no tengo chances.

Obsesiva.

miércoles, 13 de julio de 2011

Got it?


Keep on laughing idiot!

lunes, 11 de julio de 2011


What became of everyone i used to know? Where did our respectable convictions go? Your words don't match the story that your actions show, but what do i know? I'm sure you can't help but remembering I thought that you'd be one not to forget, but remembering's not helping you yet. Say goodnight means goodbye. I know you think my life would stop with you away.


Si hubiera planeado las cosas de estos ultimos dias no me hubieran pasado tan genialmente.

sábado, 9 de julio de 2011

Pareciera que recien te das cuenta que no soy lo que pensabas, justo como yo te lo adverti.

jueves, 7 de julio de 2011

.


We're not the same, dear, as we used to be. The seasons have changed and so have we. There was little we could say, and even less we could do. To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you. We bury our love in the wintery grave A lump in the snow was all that remained. But we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks. And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speak. And when spring arrived. We were taken by surprise when the floes under our feet bled into the sea And nothing was left for you and me. We're not the same, dear, And it seems to me There's nowhere we can go With nothing underneath. And it saddens me to say But we both know, well, it's true That the ice was getting thinner Under me and you. The ice was getting thinner Under me and you.

martes, 5 de julio de 2011

:c

○ I won't mistake you for problems with me
I won't let my moods ruin this you'll see
I won't take everything good and move it away
I won't be left dancing along to songs from the past
Would you stay home and keep our memories warm with me
Would you give all your love for a run at the past with me
I know you're sad even though you say that you're not
I know you're scared even though you say that you're not
I won't get mad when you say things are getting too hard
I won't make all of your love so scared to come through our yard
I won't scream in my head and let it isolate me
I won't be left dancing alone to songs from the past. ○

jueves, 23 de junio de 2011

____________

The longer it takes the more it goes to waste .
I want to believe you but I can’t feel a thing .
the more that you get the less you are .
nothing’s going to change that hopeless feeling I get when you say you'll understand and I know you can’t .

Every way .-

I would find a different way to say, You're gonna have to change everything you've made, You're gonna have to reword every metaphor you'd use. So that people who are hearing aren't confused.
If that's the most important thing you do detail every ounce of pain that you went through . Make sure you leave something down to show the way back.
Every way you wonder if you're wrong.
Every way you wonder if you're wrong.

Inaccurate and inprecise.
There is no gift without a price.

I'm so mistaken, lost my direction.
My souls been shaken.

I would find a different way to go.There's no signs in life to guide you on that road, And if it's the most important thing you'll say, Make sure they understand.


sábado, 4 de junio de 2011

WHATEVER !
- Él se durmió pronto, con la sombra de una preocupación en la sonrisa que ella no vio en la oscuridad -

One chance.


Floating, falling, sweet intoxication

Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation

Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in

To the power of the music that I write

The power of the music of the night.

martes, 3 de mayo de 2011

La verdadera locura quizá no sea otra cosa que la sabiduría misma que, cansada de descubrir las vergüenzas del mundo, ha tomado la inteligente resolución de volverse loca.



domingo, 23 de octubre de 2011

la realidad se vuelve el lugar donde las cosas que imaginamos salen peor.

martes, 4 de octubre de 2011

Cause giving up is easy.
Would you like the company or are you sick of me.

viernes, 16 de septiembre de 2011


You saw the lonely road. I left and said to You "don't follow me cause i'll only bring you sorrow"

Leave me.

It frustrates me that I don't have the words to explain to you what I'm feeling now. I'm not moved that much but what I just heard moved me to the left, more to the left. I don't know what put me there, if I had a guess then your voice would top this list. Leave me, Leave me be


And I know you were doing okay.
I know you were doing so well and
you changed this all, you changed this all.
and I didn't reply to your letter cause,
no I didn't reply to your letter cause
I'm not an idiot.

lunes, 12 de septiembre de 2011


It's times like this I think too much. Oh please don't think too much.

Windows in the city.-

We could count all the windows in the city
But you're far too busy and I'm much too slow
So I will start with the windows in this alley
'Cause you think in cities and I think in boroughs
We could count all the planes at the airport
But that would mean you and I were in the same spot
So I will count all the planes I can see
And I will talk to you like you are next to me
I could count all the birds around me
There must be a storm at sea, there must be a storm at sea
I don't know why they come to me
I will pretent it's them
I won't believe it's me
There was no sound when the birds came down and
There were so many gulls and crows
Now why do you suppose?
There must be a storm at sea
It's clearly them not me
I looked up when you told me too

martes, 6 de septiembre de 2011


Call And I won't take any other call. I feel like a fool So I'm going to stop troubling you.

lunes, 29 de agosto de 2011

No entiendo que es todo esto, pero voy a esperar a que sea el momento que alguien me lo explique.

miércoles, 10 de agosto de 2011

As I said my darling, spring is constantly calling me and there's no place that I'd rather be.
I won't be angry if you have to leave, but I won't be waiting for that day. So don't say you're sorry because I won't believe you.

miércoles, 20 de julio de 2011

Is there a hope, somehow, somewhere on the way?

domingo, 17 de julio de 2011

Realmente me doy cuenta de que estoy pasada de vuelta.
Creo que eso me haría super bien.
Pero no tengo chances.

Obsesiva.

miércoles, 13 de julio de 2011

Got it?


Keep on laughing idiot!

lunes, 11 de julio de 2011


What became of everyone i used to know? Where did our respectable convictions go? Your words don't match the story that your actions show, but what do i know? I'm sure you can't help but remembering I thought that you'd be one not to forget, but remembering's not helping you yet. Say goodnight means goodbye. I know you think my life would stop with you away.


Si hubiera planeado las cosas de estos ultimos dias no me hubieran pasado tan genialmente.

sábado, 9 de julio de 2011

Pareciera que recien te das cuenta que no soy lo que pensabas, justo como yo te lo adverti.

jueves, 7 de julio de 2011

.


We're not the same, dear, as we used to be. The seasons have changed and so have we. There was little we could say, and even less we could do. To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you. We bury our love in the wintery grave A lump in the snow was all that remained. But we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks. And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speak. And when spring arrived. We were taken by surprise when the floes under our feet bled into the sea And nothing was left for you and me. We're not the same, dear, And it seems to me There's nowhere we can go With nothing underneath. And it saddens me to say But we both know, well, it's true That the ice was getting thinner Under me and you. The ice was getting thinner Under me and you.

martes, 5 de julio de 2011

:c

○ I won't mistake you for problems with me
I won't let my moods ruin this you'll see
I won't take everything good and move it away
I won't be left dancing along to songs from the past
Would you stay home and keep our memories warm with me
Would you give all your love for a run at the past with me
I know you're sad even though you say that you're not
I know you're scared even though you say that you're not
I won't get mad when you say things are getting too hard
I won't make all of your love so scared to come through our yard
I won't scream in my head and let it isolate me
I won't be left dancing alone to songs from the past. ○

jueves, 23 de junio de 2011

____________

The longer it takes the more it goes to waste .
I want to believe you but I can’t feel a thing .
the more that you get the less you are .
nothing’s going to change that hopeless feeling I get when you say you'll understand and I know you can’t .

Every way .-

I would find a different way to say, You're gonna have to change everything you've made, You're gonna have to reword every metaphor you'd use. So that people who are hearing aren't confused.
If that's the most important thing you do detail every ounce of pain that you went through . Make sure you leave something down to show the way back.
Every way you wonder if you're wrong.
Every way you wonder if you're wrong.

Inaccurate and inprecise.
There is no gift without a price.

I'm so mistaken, lost my direction.
My souls been shaken.

I would find a different way to go.There's no signs in life to guide you on that road, And if it's the most important thing you'll say, Make sure they understand.


sábado, 4 de junio de 2011

WHATEVER !
- Él se durmió pronto, con la sombra de una preocupación en la sonrisa que ella no vio en la oscuridad -

One chance.


Floating, falling, sweet intoxication

Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation

Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in

To the power of the music that I write

The power of the music of the night.

martes, 3 de mayo de 2011

La verdadera locura quizá no sea otra cosa que la sabiduría misma que, cansada de descubrir las vergüenzas del mundo, ha tomado la inteligente resolución de volverse loca.